August 27. Friday.

Afternoon.

Dial tone.

"Aye?"

"A pleasant good afternoon to you, too."

"Up yuir’s, guv. What the fuck am I doin’ out here anyway?"

"Watching. What else?"

"Watchin’ a lotto nothing, that’s what."

"They still haven’t come out yet?"

"No."

"Any competition?"

"Jus’ flat-feet." Testily. "Am I gonna see any action soon or what?"

Sigh. "Patience is the virtue of men and gods. Practice it."

Connection cut. 

Dial tone.

Continued - Part 5

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